Fuck it.

Everyone's doing it.

I'm going to tell you that the Grr household had goulash for dinner, that we watched "Romeo And Juliet", that I miss Caleb and kadin and Elru and quite a few others.

I'm going to tell you that right now, Juliet is 3... 2... 1... erp.

Dead.

Very dead.

Bullet to the head.

One death, two, a few more scattered over the course of a week, and the immortal Bard wrote a play about it. Thousands die... and everyone steps in. We've all got something to say about death, we've all got some nifty commentary on the State of the Union, the president's not alone...

...but tonight all I'm saying is that my boys are alive, I'm alive, and I'm leaving it at that.

That's enough for me.

"Two houses, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our scene..."

"...a glooming peace this morning with it brings..."

"...for never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

That's enough for me.